Best Lossday Poems
the Oak Tree
You were always someone special
In the midnight hours in my dream
I could really feel the tension
A tree, a limb, a friend
No matter how hard life came at me
There you stood perfectly
Letting me lean up against your stand
I will never forget the day you swayed the first hi
I talked as if you were hearing
A tree, a piece of wood in my path
A punching bag
My Oak Tree you will always be
One day in my sorrowed life
I stopped by just to reminisce
Your beauty, I find so divine
Your leaves took me backwards
I fell in love with your soul all over again
With a beauty, I find so divine
Hope you will always be there my friend
Indulging the felling you transcend
A cold spot never found in you
Re-breathing your surround, no need to make a sound
The power you have when you make my heart mend
My Oak Tree you will always be my friend
In the lowest day of my life
I went on a secret walk to look for comfort
The beauty of you is no longer there
Walking around with an extra deep pain of hurt
Not sure how one could bare such a loss
Dropping myself to my Knees upon the dirt
An empty spot is the only thing there
My friend I thought you would always be there
How can they take you away from this world?
A lonely field
No root, no seed
Loneliness no one to lean up against
You will no longer be there
How could they cut down, my friend?
My friend the Oak Tree.
Where are your seeds?
By;PD
I can't write about daffodils, trees or woods.
They've all been destroyed for the greater good.
For roads and houses for our vile human race.
It breaks my heart to see such waste.
I used to wander through fields of green and gold.
Now instead I walk through streets barren and cold.
One day soon all beauty will disappear.
And I can only hope that when that day comes I will no longer be here.
L.A ‘62. English professor George (Colin Firth) is mourning the loss of his gay partner. He's
spent the day reliving memories, but that night meets his student Kenny (Nicholas Hoult),
who secretly admires him, in a bar. The two end up at George’s house after a spontaneous
ocean swim. Kenny has just emerged from the shower,wrapped in a towel. George is making
a fire. When Kenny goes to get a beer, he discovers a nude photo of George’s dead lover in
a drawer. His suspicions about his teacher are confirmed. A beautiful score of stringed
music, nostalgic and tender draws me in to every nuance of Colin's performance.
George, feeling foolish and seeming a bit flushed with anticipation (yet restraining himself
from improper conduct), sits on a chair across from the young man when the boy returns to
the living room. A conversation ensues in which George asks Kenny questions, trying to
discern the young man’s reasons for being there that night. The boy, too, is trying to learn
things about George, but keeps hedging with his responses to George‘s questions, and
nothing completely “telling” is ever said. Meanwhile, their eyes linger on each other. The
young man’s eyes are an enchanting almost gleaming blue; I find it hard myself to look away
from his sweet face. My eyes are also riveted every second to George’s face and to its many
subtle changes of expression.. Finally, the boy asks George something and at that moment,
George’s face blurs. My curiosity is very aroused when suddenly the scene has switched to
George awaking at about 3 a.m. from his bed.. The young man, however, is not in the bed
(as I had hoped he would not be). He is asleep on the sofa, and he clutches in his hands the
gun which George had planned to shoot himself with. Had George revealed his plan to end
his life that day to his student? Was that what happened in those missing hours? Had the
boyish Kenny (while George was sleeping off his drunkenness) found the gun in the same
way he had discovered the picture of George’s partner and now was holding it to prevent
George from carrying out his suicide? I know I am soon going to learn George’s fate. . .
The day is young he said to me
Lead the life you live and be free
So I lived in that day
The world embraced me with warm and open arms
That day was young and well lived
Once that day was over
I then asked him
Now that this day is done
What was I to learn from it
The day is a memory
He said to me
To hold forever in your heart
You have learned that
In the passing of something great
Though you’ll be saddened by the loss
You will always have the warm memory in your heart
So the day may be young and will be over soon
Make the most of it and don’t regret
There is nothing to loose
Form:
Kalie’s Prayer for Mommy
It’s been three years a world of tears but there’s something you must know
I rest within our Father’s arms no choice but had to go
So wait dear mother faith can heal, I need you to believe
The gift of hope for every man is precious to receive
So mommy… wait, please listen now…. I whisper in your dreams
You must not greave I’m safe and sound I know how long it seems
I’m waiting in this world of light a place there is no harm
The day will come I’ll see your face and hold you in my arms.
My love will take you back to me I hold you in my heart
Please live a life of love and joy I’m fine you need to start
God will choose the day we meet we’ll sing and dance and twirl,
that day throughout eternity you’ll hold me…… your little girl.
APOM (for Ashley and her Mom)
Lawrence
Into my memories and dreams you do creep.
I now know even angels,sometimes must sleep.
Since the day that you left me, something in me has died.
In the morning I wake up and I find that Ive cried.
My heart has been broken,there is no repair.
When I wake in the morning and I find your not there.
Yes, you were my angel,sent from God up above.
I never thought Id feel, such unselfish love.
Since the day that you left me, only memories I keep.
I now know that sometimes,even angels must sleep.
My Dearest Brother
You know I Love You like no other…
When I woke up today
In my mind these thoughts played…
Since you’ve been taken away
I’ve searched for the right words to say
How much I miss you… everyday…
Even though it’s been a while
Each time I hear your voice my heart smiles…
Thank you for the birthday wishes
I send you this note with a thousand kisses…
I’ve wanted to protect you
Since you were knee high… and each day you grew
The right way to do this; I never knew
The choices you’d make; I could not undo…
I remember the days when together we played
When on my shoulder your head laid
How I wish your pain would fade
How I wish I could take it all away…
While you’re locked away in that cell
I Pray each night you’re not living in hell
I Pray for God to keep you well
I Pray for the day when to your face I can tell
I love you brother
I love you like no other…
Lay
Growing up you were always there.
Each and every day showing me that you cared.
Spoiling me every chance you had.
Letting me know its okay to be sad.
After school, you checked on me day after day.
Listening to every word I had to say.
Each moment we spent together.
Will be special to me forever.
Days spent fishing or mowing.
Were as precious as when it was snowing.
My best memories are those at the time of year.
When we decorated for christmas with care.
The family would gather to feast.
Which now happens the least.
Christmas magic soared through the air.
While you taught me how to share.
Seven years I kept you in my sight.
Now all I can do is hold the memories tight.
My heart knew the day your soul drifted high.
And here on earth all I could do was cry.
By: Cherica Eckiwaudah
Coming close to loosing it all,
except a few clothes, an old coat and a ball.
He plods to the Mission with a rare conditon
of which he can no longer recall.
Found buried in this sad stories text.
Why so solemn, beat down and depressed?
Too many bad drugs? Hanging out with some thugs?
or just broken, hurt and rejected?
Sitting in the rear of the Chappel.
From his coat pocket comes a ruby red apple.
Althought its a chore he eats down to the core.
How he arrived there he's truly baffled.
He one day found himself alone.
When his family and friends all had gone.
He pushed them away, a regret to this day.
Now nowhere has he to call home.
The preacher comes in all in smiles.
A sermon about mans pre-ordained trials.
Being somewhat amused, more often confused.
He stares down at the colored floor tiles.
Meandering day after day.
His ambitions and dreams fade away.
Pondering maybe a drink could help me think
and then perhaps I'll be okay.
A hand comes down on his shoulder.
The Chapell's now empty, the sermon is over.
It is now time to eat and then off to sleep,
hoping it doesn't get any colder.
Inhaling a breath of fresh air;
swaying the line between hope and despair.
he made a decision, went to the Mission,
praying someone may possibly care.
Snuggled in bunk number seven.
A sleepless yearning to no longer remember.
As he rolls to his side once more he cries.
Wishing soon he will journey to Heaven.
Blame myself, watching you walk away.
Tears run down quivering lips and stinging eyes.
It’s a feeling not unknown,
It’s a feeling which I know all too well.
You changed to fit in.
With the description that other people wrote for you.
You forget who you were meant to be.
A friend who was meant for me.
You insults hurt no more,
My heart ceases to ache.
I stop and look down.
Your mockery and betrayal
Will be
Our very last memory.
I wipe my tears
Sunlight now burns my eyes
A smile cracks my lips,
Realising I’m not the one to blame.
My friend one day the day will come,
The day you learn your mistake.
Now you look in the mirror
And as your reflection stares back
You drown in your tears
Just like I did.
But walk away. Don’t turn back…
Because I won’t be standing there
Waiting for you.
(Or for anyone else)
The day befrore Mother's Day in 1983
My daddy my mama my sister and me
Were on our way into town to buy a gift for mom
Little did we know this day the Lord for us would come
One minute I was in the car as happy as could be
Then I woke up soon after that with Jesus holding me
My mama was the only one the Lord allowed to live
He didn't take her home because she had so much to give
It was a senseless accident we didn't have to die
The family we left behind just wanted to know why
But as the Lord says in His word His will must be done
He also promises us one day we all will live as one
I can't begin to tell you what it's like up here
Since we came we have not seen one person shed a tear
The Lord has given each of us a special job to do
Daddy, me and Kristen are watching over you
This message comes straight from my heart
Please don't drink and drive
If that man had used good judgement we would be alive
But please be comforted by this
We are all ok and we're waiting here to welcome you
On that great reunion day
In Loving Memory of Bill, Karen and Kristen McKellar
In Honor of Joan McKellar Caraway
Form:
Today is your birthday, March 31.
I wish I didn't feel that this date was cursed.
Its been almost eleven years since you've moved on.
I've missed you so much, since you've been gone.
I'm so sorry for everything, you know what I mean.
But I didn't know how to handle it, I was only sixteen.
I wonder how different life would be if you were still here.
I want to know what it would be like to go out with you and get a beer.
I am not good at letting out my emotions, I just carry on this repression.
But its my actions, not yours, that are causing my depression.
Today is a day we are supposed to celebrate.
Today I will remember what it was that made you great.
I just wanted to let you know,
that I am still happy to call you my bro.
Before this day comes to a close.
I will give you a present, on your grave, I'll leave a rose.
I Miss You.
Living in an endless nightmare
Where the flowers never bloom
Where the sun doesn't shine
And the river's never flow
As life changes from day to day
And their eyes and grins are all we find
Not caring about our destiny or our fate
Why do we feel the way we do
To learn, to explore, to understand the world
Is it right to feel so blue
To feel like you have no purpose in life
To feel like you've been violated inside-out
Dreaming of far off places to where the birds fly free
And all our greatest dreams become more than real
As the blue bird shed's it's happiness
To all of us who are so blind
Yet what is happiness to those who mourn
Or those who weep over what's been done
Each so different, yet each the same
Created equal for a purpose, to love one another
The fight between life and death is hard to see
But the answer is not ours to hold
We must each find our path's in life
Where we each make mistakes that change our ways
As the rain pours down to bring new life
A single breath is but a whisper
And a shallow heartbeat that is so clear
Our minds dance, dance in the dead of night
While the monster so true gets three to five
The innocence of a young girl is so blind
Where from day in and day out she is left with life
No remorse for this lonesome dove while she flies overhead
Like the Angel she is she wishes it to end
For them to help, yet leave her alone
For them to see how hurt she feels
Like being left alone by the stump of a tree
As an Angel may spread it's wings
To reveal its masked identity
We are lost in our words from our hearts
Like the sun that shines so bright
Like the secrets of an innocent soul
All is lost in the abyss of nothingness
Where fire reins free as if like a bird
But with no feeling like the devil himself
As a lost soul may find a way to far beyond
It carries with it a message of hope, peace and love
For until next time we shall have to wait
For the secret to life, death and beyond even that.
COLD AS ICE
by BENNY WILLMORE
I feel like a beast locked up in a cage. My blood full of anger, my veins full of rage. An outcast of
society, an outlaw by trade. Drugs before debt are the only things paid.
My heart is filled with sorrow, my emotions with pain. If I ever released my thoughts, tears
would fall like rain. My dreams replaced with nightmares, stress has taken its toll. My body
aches with fire, the drugs are stealing my soul.
They have taken everything, all I love the most. I now have nothing. I am living with ghosts. I
leper of society because of my crime. A supplier of drugs, my search is all the time.
Confusion is my middle name, depression is my first. All I want, I can't have. Love and respect
is all I thirst. Myself is who I talk to. Shadows are who I fight. My head won't stop spinning,
every day is one long night.
Inside myself, my thoughts have turned so cold. My happiness turned to fear, speed had made
me old.
So, I ask myself, "Can I see my past?" Every day gone by has vanished way to fast. I try but I
can't remember, my memories don't seem to last. I lose every thing that I put within my
grasp.
by: Benny Willmore
Form:
I remember the day you never knocked on my door,
so i sat and waited on my bedroom floor.
But the next day you still didnt show,
my youthful soul hit an all time low.
When we were together nothing would stand in our way,
for hours we would stay outside and play.
A few more days went by,
I knocked your door and got no reply.
I seen your sister, she said you were sick,
I wished you well, she told me you wouldn't be well all that quick.
My mum took me the hospital to see you,
you looked terrible but i knew it was not the flu.
This was the day i found out you had Leukemia.
You battled it for years,
when i think of your pain, i have to battle back the tears.
Your strength and will showing no bounds,
beating it twice like armies on ancient battle grounds.
You always knew that it would win,
some people say that you gave in.
But i knew you hadn't you had just met your end,
your body had lost its will to defend.
When you told me your plan to end it all,
my world began to shake and fall.
Now i come and sit at your grave,
realising you were so young, yet so brave.
I just stand there feeling hollow,
In my own self pity I sit and wallow.
I miss you so much,
my world is so much darker without your touch.
Goodbye my freind....